Three Miles

After running two miles yesterday, I thought three today would be okay. I regularly run three miles, when I run, which is not regularly, come to think about it.

I get an early start because it is supposed to rain all day and while I don't mind running in the rain, I would prefer not to run in the rain. I also have an appointment with my hair stylist at 9 a.m. Once I get my hair cut, colored and styled, I won't want to sweat, so I have to run before my appointment.

6:55 a.m. is my start. I am reminded immediately that I am insane. This is God-awful early to be doing anything, let alone running three miles. It is not too early to sip coffee and read the paper. But that won' t help my marathon training.

My usual three mile route takes me up my tree-lined street - very picturesque - and around the corner to the railroad tracks and back. It is tough. Then I remember that I should eat something before I run. Coffee alone won't help me. At least a peach or berries or something.

Later I find out that my brother passed me on his way to work. He asked me if that was me running. He didn't realize it until he had passed. I wanted to ask him how I looked running. Did I look as though I am a runner. Or did I look as though I should be stopped and helped to a cot. Knowing my brother, I am guessing if I looked distressed, he would have stopped to offer assistance. So I must look like a runner.

At least I like to think I do.